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[Feb. 13th, 2011|10:30 pm] |
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*after seeing that his cousin is safely settled in at the hotel, very calmly and composedly walks into some random dive-y pub in town* *the sort the peasants love, where the walls reek of old beer and at least one regular is guaranteed to be passed out on his barstool by two in the afternoon*
*proceeds to get magnificently hammered*
*this done, appropriates a bottle of whiskey for the road and weaves walks the five or so miles to his house* *can't bet on whether Aredhel will be at his house or hers, these days, but (a) their daughter's still at his, and (b) he's been nice to her lately, both of which tend to increase the odds in his favor*
*stumbles in through the front door and slams it shut, shrugging off his coat and dropping it on the floor* *kicks off his shoes with such force that one knocks over the umbrella stand*
Íriiiiiissë! *takes another swig from the bottle and grimaces* You've got to. Listen. And so proud of me when. ÍRISSË. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2011|12:44 am] |
*still hasn't been able to contact Káni* *has tried her mobile number multiple times, has emailed all of the addresses he has for her and has called all of the numbers he ever had for her*
*eventually, realises that he's going to have to do something he really doesn't want to do*
*would far rather go right on ahead and charter a flight to Delving, ban on Noldor be damned, but mans up and dials the number* |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2011|06:54 pm] |
*is rather clearly evicted from Delving, having just enough time to half-explain to his store supervisor and even less to Haleth (though she can see the writing on the wall as well as he can)*
*heads out toward his mother's place to figure out what next*
*has one particular stop to make first though* |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2011|02:11 pm] |
*goes back inside after seeing her grandfather off, carrying her Erumas present*
*was really quite glad for the bright spot in her day (she needed it)* *suspects she will now be returned to the regularly scheduled suckage* |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2011|11:49 pm] |
*Heads over Celegorm's with a parcel tucked under his arm.*
*Storms up the path towards the front door with a look on his face that says if anyone challenges him, that parcel may end up inserted somewhere unpleasant. It's not that he wants to use his grandaughter's Erumas present as an offensive weapon but he's in that bad a mood, and he can always buy another copy of The Ossiriand Companion to Ballet.* |
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[Dec. 6th, 2010|08:36 pm] |
*having received a very curt text from Celegorm, along the lines of: L staying at mine. Need to talk., makes her way to his house, in something of a rage, albeit a very restrained one*
*does not appreciate being summoned in this way and can't even begin to imagine why Ninquelótë should be staying in that house* *flicks on the car radio as she drives over and is stunned to hear the news (guns drawn at a high school football game)*
*arrives at Turco's and storms up the front steps into the hall, demanding to know where the master of the house is* |
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[Nov. 6th, 2010|10:33 pm] |
*is extremely pleased with how her (and her daughter's) home is progressing, thanks largely due to Nerdanel and Curufin (!)* *does feel that it's missing something, however*
*when she's fairly certain that Celegorm will be out, makes her way to his house and goes out to the stables*
*makes some arrangements with the head groom before she goes to find Buttercup* *not bothering with a saddle, only puts on the bridle and departs for a long ride, through the countryside she has grown to know (and love) so well*
*is a little bit morose when she returns to the stable, having poured her heart out to her horse* |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2010|06:54 pm] |
*contrary to Mablung's well-intentioned advice, has not played any field (except the hundred-twenty yards of turf) since returning home from Menegroth*
*has gotten back into the swing of school all right, what with homework and peeps and the crazy life of the starting QB (Bankside's own Meeerkat!!), but even with everything in the world going for him, still finds it comes up short at the end of the day (when her stupid ringtone never rings, and he doesn't know what she's mad at her dad about today, and he hasn't had to sneak or lie or do anything remotely criminal in weeks)*
*after trying to catch her out at her/their usual hangouts and completely failing (is she totally avoiding me or do I just really suck at timing??), decides he's got to do something... yeah, borderline criminal (what would Lily do?)* *rides his bike out to her father's place and finds his way back through the woods and along the river, right up to the stone wall* *digs his binoculars out of his backpack and carefully peers up at one window in particular yes he feels like a TOTAL CREEPER*
*breathes deeply, takes out his phone and wings a text to a number that's been dead-silent for longer than he can stand to think about* i'm going to climb the trellis again. see you in five. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2010|06:25 pm] |
*is having a fairly annoying month, even by her standards; for the past three weeks running, Ancalimë's viewership ratings have come within nine percentage points of AOT's (an unprecedented and unacceptable narrowing of the gap)* *suspects the new show's popularity will die down within a season or two, as do most such waves of fervor, but is storming up a few new rewrites anyway to help the process along*
*ponders a different sort of rewrite as she lounges in Tyelcormo's bed, absently brushing the ends of her hair, her body artfully draped with a sheet* *has not a single complaint about today (riding, dinner, after-dinner), which is... rather nice, actually, and might explain why she finds herself in no particular hurry to leave*
*hums an old, old pop tune to herself as she waits for her host to return* |
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[Oct. 10th, 2010|06:10 pm] |
*has been at loose ends since returning home to Ossiriand, down one major part of her life and heart and soul and and and feeling pretty cut up about it* *has more or less thrown herself into dance as a result*
*wanders out back and settles down on the porch swing late one afternoon (it's nippy out but damned if she's going to let summer go without a fight), pulling her feet up under her and flipping through some luxury property listings* |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2010|11:12 pm] |
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*is actually rather surprised at how much she misses her daughter and almost regrets letting her go to Ossiriand all alone until she hits upon the perfect solution*
*travels to Ossiriand with the express intention of surprising her daughter and accompanying her back to Gondolin, perhaps via Fingon in Hithlum*
*is in a rather brilliant mood when she arrives at her daughter's father's house and is even a bit amused at the servants' surprise at seeing her* *has no wish to see the master of the house (and is certain he is otherwise occupied with his tabloid edition of romance)*
*texts Lily (surprise! am in ossiriand at your father's house. dinner and a late flight tonight okay? mom xxx) and makes herself comfortable in the library, while she waits* |
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[Mar. 27th, 2010|08:32 am] |
*has been walking on air for the past couple weeks, not to mention going out with Domíran as often as possible* *hasn't had to explain her whole situation yet, which is a bit of a relief (Mír was way too close to missing his curfew to take her home)*
*curls up in the living room on a Saturday morning to do some reading* *rather loathes anything that feels so much like schoolwork but she's got to satisfy her curiosity*
*closes the book a half-hour later and, visibly shaken, book in hand, goes to look for the one person in this house she would trust with her life* |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|07:15 pm] |
*has a date for his school's winter dance, and she's basically the coolest, most gorgeous girl ever* *is vaguely aware that most a few of the girls at his school are heartbroken a little disappointed that he's taken—which, okay, is kinda nice, he supposes?*
*as the day of the dance approaches and the initial excitement (she said yes!) wears off, begins to experience a brand of panic he's not entirely sure how to handle, panic to the tune of what the hell do I do now? and what if I step on her feet? and kiss or no kiss?* *does ask his dad whether it's hard to dance, at which point he's subjected to an embarrassing but overall hilarious attempt at a lesson god his parents are such dorks sometimes*
*finally remembers a few important details, such as the fact that he has no idea where or when he's acquiring his date* *brings up her number in his phone at least four times in the space of an afternoon, practicing his opening line very quietly to himself* Hi. Hiya. Hey. This is Mír? It's Domíran. Hi, Lily, it's me, Mír. Hey, how're you? HI. *oh god why can't he sound even a little bit cool??*
*eventually just presses Send before he can rethink it, resigning himself to the fact that he's going to sound stupid, so he might as well try to be cute-stupid* |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|06:39 pm] |
*has settled into a routine of sorts in Ossiriand, which primarily consists of spending as much time with her daughter as possible, and as little time with her daughter's father as possible*
*generally tries to avoid going near Celegorm's house but allows that it is occasionally unavoidable, when Lily's lessons run late, &c*
*ensuring that she is impeccably turned out, in a top, a pair of jeans and a perfectly tailored coat, makes her way to Celegorm's house, feeling edgy as soon as she passes through the gateway* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|10:10 am] |
*got a message from her sister letting her know she's back in town for a little while* *understands that Lily at least went out to breakfast or something with her mother, so that's progress, anyway*
*is hard at work in the lab (where else, these days?) when she finally gets The Call*
*or The Text, anyway (maybe he's afraid she wouldn't answer the phone? he should be), a short and sweet I miss you...where are you?*
*wraps up her work for the day and rides out to Celegorm's house, where she points out her name on the list to the new guy at the gate and lets herself inside* |
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[Dec. 25th, 2009|04:54 pm] |
*does nothing to disturb the stony silence of the next few days, even spending a quiet Erumas alone in his study, his brother and daughter having gone to his mother's house for the day and dinner (and the requisite fussing-over, no doubt)*
*expected things to be rather peaceful, but the reality—a day without Aredhel or Arakáno or anyone he cares about—turned out to be very lonely indeed* *so lonely that by the time evening falls, he finds himself unable to sit still in any particular room, staring at book pages without seeing them and lifting his head to listen harder every time he thinks he hears a car starting up the drive* |
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[Dec. 21st, 2009|12:24 pm] |
*is actually kind of enjoying having a houseguest for a change, though the girl is obviously a bit clueless about the more important things in life (i.e. clothes, shoes, makeup, and men)* *it's okay, though! because she's the perfect person to offer instruction on such topics (and that's been kind of fun, too)*
*doesn't quite understand, however, just how she ended up in the home of the most annoying person alive, sitting cross-legged on Lily's bed in her old room and glancing nervously toward the door from time to time*
Can you hurry it up a little? Your dad will skin me alive if he catches me in his house. Unless Curufin's with him, in which case he'll probably kill me first, to be nice. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|07:03 pm] |
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*for all her claims of acute independence, has been wishing there was someone she could tell about encounters with cute boys and maybe get some answers to a few burning questions* *isn't close enough to any of her girlfriends to gush with them, and she isn't sure whether her mother would be pleased or horrified (and she's not sure which reaction would be worse)*
*some things never change, however, which means another evening and another "family" dinner at her father's house (don't think for a second it belongs to her, too, or even her mother), which generally involves her parents talking to one another with occasional attempts to bring her into the conversation (which her father ignores) or similar attempts to bring her uncle into the conversation (which her mother ignores)*
*waits until her father isn't paying her any attention (it doesn't take long) and poises a pea atop her fork* *slingshots it across the table at Curufin and bites her lip hard to keep the giggles at bay* |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2009|05:33 pm] |
*has absolutely no interest in spending any recreational time with Turcafinwë at all, but has decided that she may as well humor his request for form's sake—and besides, the resultant press could be useful*
*on the appointed afternoon, changes out of her power heels into something more appropriate (comfortable designer jeans and a simple top), has her stylist pull her hair into a practical but fashion-conscious braid, and heads out to Turcafinwë's grounds to meet her personal groom and mare (shipped all the way from Taniquetil just for the occasion, of course)*
*is escorted into a neat, well-kept stable on the edge of a wide grassy field, where the groom has just finished pacing his charge through a few warm-ups after the ride over* *nods to him but hardly spares him a glance, suddenly feeling a million miles removed from the AOT set and the entire life she's built on this side of the ocean* *has only ever seen her own grey mare in her father's stables, on her father's land, and it's been many years since*
*slowly approaches the animal, a hand slipping into her pocket for the treat she somehow remembered to bring* *murmurs in low, elegant Vanyarin* [Beautiful girl. My lovely lady. Do you remember me, I wonder?] *laughs softly off the answering nicker and offers a sugar cube* [Oh, of course I remember you, Jingle-girl. There isn't a horse in the world to compare, you know that. And I've missed you.] *rubs the mare's nose affectionately, smiling a secret, almost girlish smile* [Do try not to take offense to the company we're to keep today, though, hm?] |
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[Jul. 6th, 2009|06:32 pm] |
*is currently fuming at Celegorm and isn't even quite sure why; whether it's because their daughter was injured, or whether it's because their daughter is not speaking to anyone (out loud, at least) at the moment, or whether it's because it's a day ending in '-y' remains to be seen*
*has explained to Liltëas that sometimes when you love someone very much, you need to go very far away from them for a while* *books flights and a train to Gondolin and is rather looking forward to seeing her brother and niece again*
*picks up the phone after a moment's pause and dials another number* |
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